Ribfest

Last weekend brought together the cousin offspring of the immediate mothers and fathers

on both sides of my family. 

Not precisely everybody - but most everybody.  This tradition began about the time we finally all found ourselves to be orphans.  There was some trash-talking about rib grilling prowess at Christmastime and this eventually led to a rib competition that generally is held in northeast Wisconsin during August.  I do not own or generally use a gas-fired grill but these turned-out rather nicely.  My ribs - slathered in a tangy Carolina sauce....